Sarah had dragged you along to JJ’s birthday celebration at the Chateau, and you had no idea why. You and JJ weren’t friends. You weren’t even frenemies. You were enemies, plain and simple. He hated you. You hated him. That’s how it worked.

But then, for some reason, Sarah and John B disappeared, leaving you alone with the birthday boy. And JJ? JJ just grinned at you like he was about to say something ridiculous.

“You should have my baby.”

You blinked. “What?”

His grin widened. “You heard me.”

You laughed. Actually laughed. “Yeah, and I’m ignoring it. Try again.”

“I’m serious.” He leaned back against the counter, arms crossed, blue eyes locked on yours. “Think about it. That kid would be hot.”

You scoffed. “Oh, so now you think I’m attractive?”

JJ shrugged. “I mean, you’re a Cameron, which is disgusting, but even I can admit you’ve got good genes.”

“You’re insane.”

“And you’re avoiding the question.”

“There was no question!”

JJ smirked. “Fine. Let me rephrase—” He stepped closer, invading your space. “Let’s have a baby.”

You stared at him. “JJ, what the fuck?”

“What?” He grinned, completely unbothered. “You’re hot. I’m hot. And I have serious baby fever right now.”

“You have brain damage.”

JJ ignored you, eyes bright with amusement. “C’mon, think about it. A little Cameron-Maybank running around? He’d be a menace.”

“You are a menace.”

“Exactly. The world needs more of that.”

You huffed, pushing past him. “Happy birthday, JJ. Hope you get everything you actually want.”

He caught your wrist, making you pause. His voice dropped, teasing but almost serious. “I do. That’s why I’m asking you.”

Your heart did something stupid in your chest, but you shoved it down, shaking your head.

JJ Maybank was out of his damn mind.

And maybe—just maybe—he was dragging you down with him.